Abigail
The clang of the cell door behind me was still ringing in my ears as I sank down onto the narrow cot. The hours passed like a slow drip from a leaky faucet, each minute a torment of restless thoughts. I had handed the police Conrad’s phone number so they could contact my lawyer, yet here I was, still sitting in this freezing, oppressive cell without a single update. No lawyer. No explanation. Just the weight of my own thoughts.
The scene with Marcy played in an endless loop in my head. Every word, every expression, every misstep. Why hadn’t I been more cautious? Why hadn’t I insisted on meeting in public, the way I had done with Daniel? I had known the risks, hadn’t I? After everything that had happened in my life lately, how could I have been so careless?
My head throbbed as I pressed my palms against my temples. If Daniel were to suddenly meet the same fate as Marcy, at least there would be CCTV footage showing he’d left the restaurant alive. The thoug
His words made anger and humiliation burn in my chest as I absorbed them. My nails dug into my palms as I tried to process the audacity of it all. Conrad had deliberately left me stranded here.“And if I want a lawyer?” I asked, my voice tight.“You’ll have to hire one yourself,” he replied without hesitation, “or settle for a public defender.”The gall of it. My fists clenched so tightly I thought my nails might break the skin. My mind raced back to my last conversation with Conrad, to the coldness in his voice, the way he had demanded I pay him for every single cent of my mother’s medical expenses before Marceline had interrupted us. Was this his way of bypassing her to punish me? Of making a statement?I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to focus. Conrad’s cruelty wasn’t the problem I needed to solve right now. I turned my attention back to Alexander—“Daniel,” I reminded myself
AbigailI hesitated, the words catching in my throat. His question wasn’t unexpected, but my unease had grown with every passing second of this conversation. I couldn’t trust him—not fully. Not after everything I’d just uncovered. Whatever his reasons for disguising himself as “Daniel,” that revelation unsettled me more than I cared to admit. I wasn’t about to reveal all my cards to someone who’d been lying to me from the start. He’d gone to extraordinary lengths to keep his identity hidden from me. That alone was reason enough to keep him at arm’s length.“You’ll know when the time comes. I’ll call for you,” I said carefully. “But for now, I need you to do something for me.”His brow arched, a faintly amused expression flickering across his features. “And what might that be?”I leaned back in my chair, forcing my body to appear relaxed even a
AbigailHer sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying. “How dare you—”“How dare I?” I interrupted, my voice rising with scorn. “How dare you, Susanna. You’re making up stories of an affair because I had lunch with someone you think is beneath me, but let’s talk about you. You’re the one who weaponizes everything you can—your words, your tears, even your pregnancy—to manipulate everyone around you. Including my husband.”The line went silent for a beat, and I could almost picture her, lips parted in shock, scrambling for a response. I didn’t give her the chance.“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” I continued, my tone cutting. “You’ve slithered your way into Conrad’s life, and you have the nerve to call me out for disrespecting him? The real tragedy here, Susanna, is how blind you are to how unwanted you are. You&rsqu
AbigailThe dull hum of the fluorescent lights in my cell was the only companion I had as restless thoughts invaded my mind. I lay on the hard cot, staring at the cobwebbed ceiling as my uncertain thoughts clawed at me like invisible hands. Was this going to work? Or had I overplayed my hand this time, by refusing Alexander’s offer of bail and willingly confining myself to this grim little box?The rational part of me understood why Alexander doubted me when I had asked him to get someone to follow Susanna. If our roles were reversed, I wasn’t sure I would have put faith in him either. Staying in this cell, betting on the fragile thread of my intuition, seemed foolish at best and reckless at worst. But that gut feeling wouldn’t relent, a voice deep inside whispering that this façade of helplessness would pay off and that the trap laid for me would eventually snap back on its creators.I smiled wryly to myself. If I was wrong, I’d h
AbigailI swallowed hard, keeping my expression as neutral as I could. The faint outline beneath his shirt suggested he was wired too. My pulse beat faster as I realized what this meant; Alexander had kept his word.My heart gave an unexpected jolt, fluttering in a way that I wasn’t prepared for. Despite his doubts, despite the obvious reservations he’d voiced about my plan, Alexander had followed through. He’d sent someone in, someone who was not only watching but recording everything.But that joy was quickly tempered by a more practical thought; If he hadn’t done this much for me, what was the point of partnering with him at all? I didn’t need to take it personally - he would have done the same for anyone else. Still, the risk he’d taken wasn’t lost on me. This was a gamb
AbigailSusanna’s smirk grew sharper as she placed her phone back into her bag, her eyes gleaming with a malicious satisfaction. I could feel my pulse in my ears, the heat rising up my neck and threatening to betray my composure. But I wouldn’t let her see it. I knew she would feed on any weakness she saw in me now. So, I straightened my back and forced a shrug, summoning a false sense of calm I didn’t feel.“Whatever you think you’ve accomplished by showing me that pathetic video, it doesn’t change a damn thing,” I said, my voice laced with venom. “At the end of the day, I’m the one Conrad married. I’m the one who stood at the altar with him. You’re just a dirty little affair he has to keep hidden.”For a split second, her face twisted, her smug mask cracking. I knew I’d hit a nerve, and the satisfaction was almost enough to dull the anger starting to rage inside me.Then, quic
AbigailThe door creaked open again, and my head snapped up, anger flaring to life as I fully expected Susanna’s smug face to reappear, ready to deliver another blow. My breath hitched, and my nails bit into my palms as I subconsciously prepared myself, but it wasn’t her.It was Alexander—or rather, “Daniel,” and he was fully in the disguise he’d adopted for this charade. The sight of him momentarily jolted me, but it was the look in his eyes that froze me in place. Rage. A deep, simmering rage that mirrored the storm in my own chest, though he hid it beneath a mask of calm far better than I could.Our eyes locked, and in that moment, there was an unspoken understanding, a recognition of shared fury and betrayal. He shut the door behind him with deliberate care and took a step closer, his voice low and steady.“I should never have doubted your instincts,” he said, his words measured but laced with an edge th
AbigailI took a deep breath, the anger burning in my chest barely subdued. It was an effort to pull myself together, to shove all the hurt and humiliation into a corner of my mind where it couldn’t suffocate me. Looking at Alexander, I forced my voice to be calm, even if my hands still trembled slightly.“You can leave now,” I said, meeting his gaze with what I hoped looked like strong will. “You have everything you need from here. You better not fail me.”For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes searched mine, as if looking for something I wasn’t ready to show him. Concern flickered across his face, a hesitation that surprised me. “Are you okay, truly?” he asked softly.I nodded, willing the shake in my hands to still
SusannaAbigail hit me in the side of the head again, even harder this time, and I almost blacked out. As I struggled to stay upright, I was vaguely aware of her dragging me, and tightening something around my wrist. By the time I got my bearings, she had knotted a rope around my wrists, and tied one end to somewhere behind the couch she had dragged me to.She slammed a stack of documents on the small table in front of me, and the moment she did, something in my chest twisted. She gestured for me to pick them. I tried not to flinch and tried to play it cool, but my fingers felt a little numb as I reached for them. It was difficult with the way she had tied my wrists together, but I managed it. She was too calm, too damn confident, even in the way she held herself and I didn’t like it, not one bit. And the way she just stood there in that shapeless h
SusannaI was still lost in my daydreams of what I would do to the server when the car slowed to a stop and the driver glanced back at me. “We’re here, ma’am.”I looked up from my laps and looked out the window. A multi-storey building rose before me, all chipped paint and faded brick, like it had been built decades ago and then forgotten by time. No shine, no polish, no class. I sneered. So this is where he lives?What an absolute joke. The sheer nerve of that man to lay a hand on me, when the ring on my finger could pay his rent for five years and furnish the entire building. Yet he’d acted like a vigilante, like he had the right to involve himself in a matter that didn’t concern him. Like I wasn’t the Susanna Remington.
SusannaI leaned back in the plush reclining chair, sighing as the warm water bubbled around my feet. The spa always smelled like lavender and citrus, and that familiarity made it soothing. A soft towel was draped over my legs, and the nail technician was diligently filing the nails on my left hand while my right held my phone just above the water. I was watching a video of some influencer's vacation in the Maldives, my eyes half-lidded in relaxation.Then my phone vibrated in my hand. It was a call from an unsaved number. I didn't recognize it, and I didn’t care to. Without hesitation, I hit decline and went back to the video, rolling my eyes.The phone buzzed again almost immediately; it was the same unsaved number. I frowned.Twice in a row? What kind of idiot… My finger hovered over the decline button again when a thought struck me. Was it Harry’s father?He used to do this sometimes, calling me from random numbers, burner phones, maybe. He hadn’t done it in a while, but I also ha
Liliana I stared down at my lunch, the delicate aroma rising from the bowl doing nothing to stir my appetite. It was my favorite meal, carefully prepared and beautifully plated but today it tasted like nothing more than ash in my mouth, bitter and dry. I set my spoon down with a loud clatter, the sharp sound slicing through the silence of the room. Harry was out playing baseball with his friends, so I was all at home today, which made my annoyance even worse. My chest felt tight, suffocated by a fury I was barely managing to keep contained. How could I eat happily? How could I pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t? I let out a harsh loud breath, pushing my plate aside so forcefully it nearly toppled over the edge of the table. Enough. It had been months of enduring this slow descent into chaos. I had been an angel to tolerate it for this long. What other woman could have withstood the humiliation and the pressure of everything that had been thrown my way lately? First, ther
AbigailI meant to wait until later to tell Alexander about the meeting. I had every intention of acting cool, composed, someone who didn’t need to rush and blurt everything out like an overeager intern.But the second I promised to see Mr. Hayes back at the office and stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut behind me, all my resolve crumbled. My fingers itched for my phone, and before I knew it, I was pulling it out of my pocket, rapidly typing out a message. I crushed it, I wrote, my heart beating a little too fast. Conrad’s project is dead. You should have seen his face, Alexander. It was glorious.I stared at the screen, grinning like a fool. And then, reality caught up with me.I was being ridiculous. Maybe even downright immature. This wasn’t the dynamic we had. I was supposed to be professional and reliable, not someone who acted like they were texting a secret crush after acing a test. Groaning quietly under my breath, I erased the entire message and typed a much s
AbigailI froze mid-sentence, lifting my head slowly to look at him. He was still at the front of the room, but now his arms were crossed loosely over his chest, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.“And here I thought,” he added, dripping with false politeness, “that only those formally invited had something to contribute.”A few people shifted in their seats. A few glanced at me. I could feel the weight of their eyes, the tension coiling in the air.Conrad was trying to embarrass me and put me back in my place.I leaned forward, pressing the button on the microphone in front of me. My voice was cool. “I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Remington.”I started t
AbigailInternally, I whooped and punched the air in victory. But outwardly, I gave Mr. Hayes a serene, practiced smile, the kind that said I'm glad to be here, not desperate to be here. “Thank you again,” I said politely, then stepped out of his office before my excitement bubbled too far to contain.Ten o’clock was only forty minutes away. Not enough time to start anything new, but just enough to make myself useful. I returned to my office, where Elle was already tidying up the documents on my desk.“Anything urgent?” I asked as I approached.She handed me a printed memo and gave me a quick update on a postponed meeting. “Only thing worth noting is
AbigailThe smell of the food filled the entire room, and something about the presence of Alexander beside me dulled the tightness I’d been carrying all day. The tension behind my eyes had started to fade as I picked at the grilled fish, letting the flavors roll across my tongue, my limbs slowly unknotting with every bite.“I’ve been getting calls from Liam,” I said, my voice tired but audible. I didn’t know why I chose now to bring it up; maybe because I finally felt safe enough to say it out loud.Alexander’s hand stilled mid-motion, his chopsticks hovering above the container of scallops. “Liam?” His eyes flicked to mine, sharp. “How long?”I nodded and swallowed. “It’s been a few times now. He says he’s changed and keeps asking to see me.”His brows drew together, and I could see him piecing something together. “He’s been coming to me too and asking to see you.” He paused. “He’s not been released from Ridgewell officially, but this is part of the treatment program; they release so
Abigail I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept driving. One street turned into another and headlights flashed past me in a blur. The city was quietly winding down while something restless stirred in my chest. My fingers were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, they ached. I told myself I would find a hotel. Or maybe I would go to Roxy’s, even though it was too late and she’d worry. But the truth was, I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. I wasn’t thinking at all.I just didn’t want to go home.And somehow, without meaning to, I ended up here. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the tall, glittering building before I fully realized where I was. I blinked up at it, dazed and slightly breathless, my stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot. I knew this place; it was the high rise I had met Alexander before we went to Ridgewell to see Liam. The lights shimmered against the glass like stars in a city that forgot what the real ones looked like. But I wasn’t looking at